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A Sonnet for Josh


Ya mama's so dry, the crabs carry canteens...

Your mother left the gangbang with a doggie bag.

JEEZUS, I just started choking laughing while I typed that! What a sick **** Valby is. Love that guy!
 
Your mother left the gangbang with a doggie bag.

JEEZUS, I just started choking laughing while I typed that! What a sick **** Valby is. Love that guy!
Always my first thought as I was discovering him...How the **** did he come up with that...as i am pissing myself laughing.
 
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey...


But seriously folks, that was absolutely McD's best-called game plan in a long, long time... My only gripe with it was the slight over-reliance on the delayed draws as one of the running staples... Otherwise it was really great to watch.
 
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey...


But seriously folks, that was absolutely McD's best-called game plan in a long, long time... My only gripe with it was the slight over-reliance on the delayed draws as one of the running staples... Otherwise it was really great to watch.
Ahem. If you are going to compliment our Head Coach in waiting in this thread, we expect poetry.

Not expecting a sonnet, even a simple rhyme will do.

Loved the game plan, Josh gets an A for a grade
But be wary of reliance on draws that are delayed.
 
Not a sonnet, but a knock knock ditty which I usually dislike. This one I heard recently made me laugh.
Knock knock:
Who's there:
Dishes:
Dishes who:
Dishes the Ghost of Sean Connery

Apologies but I had to share.
 
Ahem. If you are going to compliment our Head Coach in waiting in this thread, we expect poetry.

Not expecting a sonnet, even a simple rhyme will do.

Loved the game plan, Josh gets an A for a grade
But be wary of reliance on draws that are delayed.
Could be a rap from a Poetry Jam. More Style than Substance.
 
Could be a rap from a Poetry Jam. More Style than Substance.

Absolutely. I am the perfect example of why degrees in English do not make one a poet. I love good poetry, yet I am incapable of creating it. And my juvenile sense of humor only feeds my love of dirty limericks and other "low brow" rhyme.

This is the Planet Fitness of poetry here. No judgement zone.
 
Absolutely. I am the perfect example of why degrees in English do not make one a poet. I love good poetry, yet I am incapable of creating it. And my juvenile sense of humor only feeds my love of dirty limericks and other "low brow" rhyme.

This is the Planet Fitness of poetry here. No judgement zone.
I had to decide between an Irish Lit minor and a poetry minor and went with the former. I think it would work with a TV and some props to throw at the TV....that's my vision of the Capt watching the Pats.
 
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey...


But seriously folks, that was absolutely McD's best-called game plan in a long, long time... My only gripe with it was the slight over-reliance on the delayed draws as one of the running staples... Otherwise it was really great to watch.
Is that the Andrew Dice Clay version?
 
Is that the Andrew Dice Clay version?
I haven't thought about those in years! The Dice nursery rhymes are so bad, yet so funny. I know I am laughing at epic stupidity but just don't care.

Little Boy Blue...
He needed the money.
Ooooohhhh!
 
I'm embarrassed to admit I know all of them.

I saw him at the Worcester Centrum in 87, 88? Whatever year he did his huge stadium tour. Crazy scene.

Other than the aforementioned John Valby (who is my comic hero), seeing George Carlin live is my favorite comedy moment in person.
 
I saw him at the Worcester Centrum in 87, 88? Whatever year he did his huge stadium tour. Crazy scene.

Other than the aforementioned John Valby (who is my comic hero), seeing George Carlin live is my favorite comedy moment in person.
I saw him at the Boston Garden in 89 I think. Sold out
 
Let's have a sonnet for Mac Jones. The man deserves it.
Shall I compare thee to a Tom Brady? (Stolen from Will S.)

Shall I compare thee to a Tom Brady?
You are more pale and easy going:
Rough hits do shake the brittle ribs softly,
And summer's training camp leaves longing:
Sometime too hot the eyes of media shines,
And his golden boy persona dimmed;
Fans far from fair sometime scream and whine,
By chance or nature's changing course undimmed;
But your eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession by pick or fumble;
Nor shall sacks drag you from how you are made,
With the furtive minds in time do grumble
So long as fans can breathe or eyes can see,
So lives Mac not a shadow to Brady.
 
Shall I compare thee to a Tom Brady? (Stolen from Will S.)

Shall I compare thee to a Tom Brady?
You are more pale and easy going:
Rough hits do shake the brittle ribs softly,
And summer's training camp leaves longing:
Sometime too hot the eyes of media shines,
And his golden boy persona dimmed;
Fans far from fair sometime scream and whine,
By chance or nature's changing course undimmed;
But your eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession by pick or fumble;
Nor shall sacks drag you from how you are made,
With the furtive minds in time do grumble
So long as fans can breathe or eyes can see,
So lives Mac not a shadow to Brady.
Excellent!

I would have gone with pasty or pudgy rather than pale, though.
 
Shall I compare thee to a Tom Brady? (Stolen from Will S.)

Shall I compare thee to a Tom Brady?
You are more pale and easy going:
Rough hits do shake the brittle ribs softly,
And summer's training camp leaves longing:
Sometime too hot the eyes of media shines,
And his golden boy persona dimmed;
Fans far from fair sometime scream and whine,
By chance or nature's changing course undimmed;
But your eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession by pick or fumble;
Nor shall sacks drag you from how you are made,
With the furtive minds in time do grumble
So long as fans can breathe or eyes can see,
So lives Mac not a shadow to Brady.
Outstanding!
 
Shall I compare thee to a Tom Brady? (Stolen from Will S.)

Shall I compare thee to a Tom Brady?
You are more pale and easy going:
Rough hits do shake the brittle ribs softly,
And summer's training camp leaves longing:
Sometime too hot the eyes of media shines,
And his golden boy persona dimmed;
Fans far from fair sometime scream and whine,
By chance or nature's changing course undimmed;
But your eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession by pick or fumble;
Nor shall sacks drag you from how you are made,
With the furtive minds in time do grumble
So long as fans can breathe or eyes can see,
So lives Mac not a shadow to Brady.

There will be expectations of you now. I hope you know that!

"Brady" and "softly" was a nice not-really-a-rhyme-but-close-enough pairing that Billy Shakes would throw out there. Keep em coming.

Going to have to rename this thread the Writer's Block or something. Bringing culture to Patsfans one poem at a time.
 


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